Hearing Xia Yiwan's words, Yanxi's pupils suddenly contracted, and emotions flickered through his peach blossom eyes.
In the silent room, their gazes met and held for a long time.
No one spoke; there was only the sound of their breathing, uneven in depth.
Xia Yiwan fought to push the tears back from her eyes.
"You even fed each other steak, sweet, isn't it, Young Master Yan?"
Yanxi's handsome face abruptly darkened, his aura chilling, as the air around them seemed to drop to freezing point.
Xia Yiwan didn't look away, maintaining eye contact.
"You had someone follow me?"
Xia Yiwan laughed, her almond-shaped eyes full of scorn and mockery, "If I didn't have you followed, how would I discover your despicable behavior?"
Yanxi's handsome face was enveloped by an icy chill, "Xia Yiwan, don't talk nonsense! Sister Shi Ying and I are innocent!"
Innocent?
Heh, he better not insult that word!